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[madster]

malphas hated angels. it was a common fact- he had a vendetta against the holy and the divine, a personal goal to see them wiped out. gods and their servants were cruel to the mortals of this world, why should he be nice to them? his mindset didn't exactly change when he met stocking. she was like him- they both rejected the heavens. her dilemma made his hatred even stronger- how dare they kick someone out just for eating food? still, now... he was confused. stocking was a fallen angel, but still an angel. would he put his feelings for her first or his own bias?

it turned out that all could be conquered by the power of love. besides, just because she had wings now doesn't mean that she was about to go spewing off the bible, he supposed. she was certainly prettier. he approached her in the library, getting much closer than anima did due to his connection with stocking- in fact, he was confident enough that he buried his face in her wings. "heeeey, stocking. it's your wings talking. stop doin' all the weed, stocking." malphas, even when not drunk or high, was still quite weird. he moved to her side. "books? what a fucking nerd," he played with her, grinning. did being around her... make him happy? no, he was a stone-cold bitch, he wasn't happy. but he couldn't stop smiling for a reason. he was quite hypocritical about the books- he himself was well-educated and spent a lot of his time in the library nowadays. "what are you reading, though?" he asked, echoing anima.